Poet in New York

Poet in New York 22nd November 2007 with 2 Comments In my copy of Lorca’s Poet in New York - I was on the terrace, wrestling with the moon. Swarms of windows riddled one of the night’s thighs. Placid sky-cattle drank from my eyes and the breezes on long oars struck the ashen store windows on Broadway. - there is a translation, by Christopher Maurer, of a lecture which the poet gave in Madrid, and then repeated in other Spanish cities and in Argentina and Uruguay. The lecture opens like

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